Such Things As Bones
Oh my bones,Beware of these perpetual beginnings,this soft love in which you fusethe crude earth I move you over a start is so modern and constant marrow bridges – to tomorrow Oh you devour the bone and attempt some sort of love prophecy naturistic plenticyRoethke Roethke you move in dust bone throughthe failed sky where some surpassyour constant rhythm or take you out there is one who writes about bones the thick grasp of finger-bonesto mouth or the bones of man pushed up around the abdomen of wild women on firetearing out the lungs of lovers and meat bringers bridges to ob